I must confess that this is my first time <br />seeing the leaves change in fall. <br />I laid on my back <br />under a rather large tree today, <br />and what a marvel it was. <br />He laid next to me, <br />yet was overly consumed <br />by the fact that he might get dirt in his eye. <br />For me, it was a much <br />greater feeling. <br />I stared in amazement <br />at the oranges leaves <br />and contrasting blue sky. <br />It's funny how a moment like that <br />could make me realize how wrong <br />we are for each other. <br />While I was busy enjoying <br />the feeling of the cool ground <br />that was my matress <br />and staring up at the leaves until they lost <br />their definition and blurred together, <br />he only seemed to wiggle and squirm, <br />as if he was annoyed or embarassed <br />of committing such a childish act. <br />Today, I learned the reason <br />why he tells me that I'm immature. <br />It's because I am an artist, <br />I see beauty in everything. <br />I am a poet <br />who reads more than just words. <br />I find joy in taking <br />the time to smell the roses - <br />to be amused by the little things. <br />And he has only found <br />a path by following <br />the others.<br /><br />Amanda Lukas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/orange-leaves-and-blue-sky/
